Category Archives: Poetry

crashing eyes are in dense participation of the crowd’s favorite game of luck. they anticipate the coming of the one, the image that has been there from the beginning. they are lured by the antics of the worshipers, pushed forward … Continue reading →

not too far not too close we never bend we never lose the side of everything nothing is forgotten it is not a tragedy it is not a bad ending too soon i’ll be the better part of me too … Continue reading →

we fix the curly crusts of the milky way. the dust on your hair looks like the silver haze of my autumn morning. we wander far from all darkest evenings, and at a lone distance are our shadows prancing until … Continue reading →

Empty jump-seat, the absence of a legroom; a crazy set-up of gothic lanterns, scattered in a private room. The eyesight of one normal man, reduced to some degree, where the borderline to blindness hasn’t failed to fly. 2018